You're a Big Boy Now is a 1966 film with Peter Kastner, Elizabeth Hartman, Geraldine Page, Julie Harris and Karen Black, written and directed by Francis Ford Coppola based on a 1963 novel, also titled You're a Big Boy Now, by David Benedictus.
The story of a young man's troubled awakening to the big world is a peculiar one. But the film is an early example of the forthcoming counterculture sensibilities — not because of a focus on drugs or long hair, but because of the inclusion of the emerging music, the latest dance trends, and fresh social attitudes. As with The Graduate, there is the sense of searching for "something new" other than the conventional, discouraging world of the socially secure adults.
The hit song by the same name, written and performed by the Lovin' Spoonful, was later included in an album a year later, after the movie had run its course in first-run theaters.
The film also contained the Lovin' Spoonful instrumental Amy's Theme, and the jazz bagpiper Rufus Harley plays a small role. The Spoonful released a soundtrack album. It was entered into the 1967 Cannes Film Festival.
It was shot at Chelsea Studios in New York City.
Geraldine Page received an Oscar nomination in the Best Supporting Actress category for her performance. It was the fourth of her eight Oscar nominations. She won the Oscar only once, for her final nomination, the year before her death.
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